He; hard outer,
soft inner
Sage of the suburbs and
grime of the ghettos
Plays along.
Loves it and
hates it,
Relegated to the
cold realm of
nothing to lose
(An image is so
hard to maintain,
he says)
HE- solid
HE - soft
Complicated, confused,
maybe crazy
Wants five feet on one thin wire
He, sweet nothing
always something
Rhythm and nature are his
soft machine















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